The virtual meeting droned on as Qin Heye sat frozen, phone in hand, the echo of Shi Ning’s bold words still hanging in the air. His face flushed with heat, and in a flurry of urgency, he muted his phone. His eyes flicked nervously across the screen—every employee was suddenly fixated on their keyboards, heads down, pretending as though they hadn’t just overheard something scandalous.
His ears were still burning. There was no way he’d risk speaking out loud again. Instead, his hands flew across the keyboard, typing at lightning speed.
Qin Heye: [Now? ]
Shi Ning’s furious reply was immediate.
Wife: [Now! Immediately! Immediately! ]
Qin Heye’s lips thinned. He looked up at the sea of downcast faces in the conference room, then declared, his voice clipped, “The meeting is adjourned.”
He rose abruptly, leaving the stunned employees in his wake, and retreated to his exclusive lounge, phone still in hand. Pei Qianhuo, witnessing Qin Heye’s red-faced exit, felt a jolt, as if struck by lightning.
Could Master Qin actually have taken photos of his eight-pack abs? The thought ricocheted through his mind. If it’s true, then Shi Ning is truly wild! No wonder Master Qin is so tightly controlled by her ! It should be Master Qin who’s angry, but here he is, trying every means to coax her! Tsk! Truly, being favored makes one feel fearless!
In the guest bedroom, Shi Ning was casually drying her hair when her phone chimed. It was a message from Qin Heye. She clicked it, unthinking, and then her world paused. As a photo of chiseled abdominal muscles filled her screen.
Shi Ning: !!!
As the hairdryer dropped from her hand, clattering to the floor. She sat bolt upright. “No way? Qin Heye really sent me a photo of his abdominal muscles?”
Her finger trembled as she zoomed in on the image. Qin Heye stood casually, no deliberate pose, no attempt at artifice. The warm yellow light of his lounge played across his form, his white shirt flung open, revealing a torso of sculpted power. His well-defined abdominal muscles seemed to ripple with each breath, a testament to raw, untamed strength.
Yes! Qin Heye’s abs were powerful, undeniably sexy. A flush now crept up her neck, her heart quickening. Just looking at them, she imagined the unimaginable bliss of such a strong, powerful waist pressed against her own. And that mermaid line, disappearing tantalizingly into his expensive belt, beckoned her to explore deeper.
But it wasn’t just the physique. It was the stark contrast: his serious, cold, almost ascetic face against this raw display of masculinity. It ignited a sense of conquest within her. This was so much better than that scumbag Shen Xizhou, who acted like a virtuous saint while secretly plotting to be a “whore.”
Back in his lounge, Qin Heye waited, a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. He’d sent the photo, and now there was a silence from her end . For him minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. Finally, unable to bear the suspense, he broke it.
Qin Heye: [Is it OK? ]
His text was curt, almost clinical, a stark contrast to the audacious image he’d just sent.
Shi Ning was about to reply when a familiar stream of comments, delayed as ever, flooded her vision.
[Fuck! The big villain actually held an emergency meeting to make Shi Ning happy? ]
Shi Ning blinked. What emergency meeting?
[Oh my God! I really want to go through the book and teach the big villain more than a thousand ways to pick up girls, and then I will become rich overnight! ]
[The big villain’s emergency meeting is really a tyrant’s move . He can play tricks on the courtiers for the sake of a beautiful woman’s smile! ]
[Just now, I had an idea to let the big villain beat up Shi Ning, one or two times. The wheel of the car has already hit my face, and the big villain is still Makabaka, saying that domestic violence is illegal, which also made me laugh so hard that I was recycled. ]
[…]
Shi Ning devoured the comments, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. The emergency meeting! It wasn’t about some corporate disaster. It was about her. She’d asked him to coax her, he didn’t know how, so he convened his entire company to brainstorm ways to appease his wife! And that “30 minutes” wasn’t a meeting at all; it was his frantic attempt to get advice.
“No, when I asked Qin Heye to post a picture of his abdominal muscles, he was still in a meeting, right?” she murmured, a fresh wave of mortification washing over her.
The barrage responded instantly, vividly recounting Qin Heye’s blushing face, the employees’ frantic pretense of busyness, and the sudden, dramatic adjournment.
A profound shyness enveloped Shi Ning. She buried her face in her quilt, emitting a muffled, high-pitched “Ahhh!”
“How can I meet people from now on ?” she wailed, rolling from side to side. “This makes me look very lustful! Ah! Ah!”
Why the delay in the comments? Why did I have to see it now? she thought. She’d only been teasing Qin Heye! She hadn’t actually expected him to strip down and send a photo right away!
Despite her embarrassment, she forced herself to sit up, a quiet resolve settling over her. She resumed reading the comments, her eyes scanning for more insights.
[Shi Ning! Stop rolling! Keep asking the villain to post abs! ]
[Let the villain put on his white shirt and get it half wet! This is a honey-colored, eight-pack abs! Super sexy! ]
[Take off your shirt! Put your hands on the wall! Let your hair get wet, and water droplets should drip, rolling from his cheeks to his Adam’s apple, and then to his abs! ]
[Let him kneel on the ground, then untie half of his belt, revealing a faint inverted triangle line, which must be super sexy! Drooling! ]
[You guys are just childish, just let the villain take off all his clothes! Send it to Shi Ning! ]
[Woo woo! Please, Ye Lemon CP really needs such benefits! ]
[…]
The barrage was a chorus of eager fans, all “big yellow girls” offering increasingly audacious suggestions on how to get more photos of Qin Heye’s abs. They were too embarrassed to send these requests themselves, and Shi Ning, too, felt a blush creeping up her neck at the thought of asking.
She hummed, a possessive streak emerging. “No! My man, only I can see it!”
But then, a different thought struck her. It was this group of previously unpopular CP fans who had given her these spoilers, guiding her through the story. As long as they continued to follow her and Qin Heye, they could offer more insights in the future. They were, after all, true fans, deserving of a small reward.
So, Shi Ning chose one of the less explicit suggestions and typed it out, sending it to Qin Heye.
[Ning: You are not sincere enough, and I am still not happy. Take another photo of yourself wearing the white shirt and getting half wet! This will show your eight-pack abs with a honey-colored look! ]
Qin Heye’s cheeks grew hotter as he read Shi Ning’s demand. She was truly pushing his boundaries! Yet, a thrill coursed through him. He loved that Shi Ning liked him, his face, his figure, even his money. Even if it was for a transactional purpose, even if it was to please her, as long as Shi Ning liked him, it was alright!
Blushing fiercely, Qin Heye embarked on the arduous task of drenching himself and posing. For half an hour, he snapped photos, finally selecting one he believed would satisfy Shi Ning. He sent it, then gripped his phone, his knuckles white, awaiting her reply.
Two minutes passed. Then ten. Then half an hour. Shi Ning remained silent. Qin Heye’s buoyant mood deflated, replaced by a growing unease. He pursed his thin lips, staring at the screen. “Is she not satisfied?” he wondered aloud. Should he send more photos? He dreaded the thought of their fragile connection reverting to its previous freezing point. He resolved to take more pictures.
Pei Qianhuo, who had been waiting outside the lounge door, dozing off, finally knocked. He entered to find Qin Heye, half-soaked, still holding his phone aloft, posing.
“…” Pei Qianhuo’s eyes widened.
Qin Heye shot him a glare. “Get out!”
Pei Qianhuo retreated, closing the door behind him. He desperately wanted to go home; he was exhausted from overtime. But then, a sudden surge of courage, or perhaps desperation, propelled him forward.
He flung the door open again, stepping in without fear. “President! Stop taking photos. Abs that can be seen but not touched are boring!”
“Please! Now! Immediately! Go home and take them off directly for the president’s wife to see!”